"Clues" Line-By-Line

DATA: Is she all right, sir?

 

PICARD: For the moment. Can you tell me if Deanna's incident is related in any way to this missing time period?

 

DATA: No, sir, I cannot.

 

PICARD: Data, you're the key to this entire mystery and you've done nothing but block my every attempt to solve it. Why are you fighting me?

 

DATA: It is not by choice.

 

PICARD: What do you mean by that?

 

DATA: I cannot say.

 

PICARD: Would you rather endanger Deanna, a friend and a colleague, than tell me what is going on?

 

DATA: Which would you place first, the welfare of a single individual or that of the entire crew?

 

PICARD: Are you saying that by not cooperating, you are actually protecting us?

 

DATA: I am not saying that at all. I merely state a possible alternative explanation.

 

PICARD: Then, Mister Data, I'm going to ask you again, and I order you to directly answer me: what really happened to us?

 

DATA: I cannot answer that.

 

PICARD: What would you have me do, Data? How would you handle this if our positions were reversed?

 

DATA: I am apparently guilty of falsifying the Enterprise's records, of interfering with an investigation, of disobeying a direct order from my commanding officer. Your duty seems clear, sir.

 

PICARD: Do you know what a court martial would mean? Your career in Starfleet would be finished.

 

DATA: I realize that, sir.

 

PICARD: Do you also realise that you would most likely be stripped down to your wires to find out what the hell has gone wrong?

 

DATA: Yes, sir. I do.

 

[Ready room]

CRUSHER: This wrist has been broken. Broken and reset and treated with one of our subcutaneous bone fusion units.